[Intro: Kendrick Lamar]I got a story to tell, you know that I cherish theeHope it ain't too many feelings involved[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]I see niggas in this bitch, stuntin', popping bottlesGetting drunk with these bitches and when they leave, they get followedFall asleep with that bitch and really don't know much about herThen she let us in, we take all of your shitAnd when you wake up, she help you try to find it, I love itI be with bitches that be with bitches that be with niggas with richesI tell her, "Get 'em" she say, "I got you"I say, "No, bitch, I say get 'im"And they so pretty, and they hair lengthy, he hit it and sleep on her tittiesAnd she give us the word, we come through with AKsIt's a stick up, she scream like a victimNow you feeling so sillyI smoke color purpleI'm up in here feeling like Celie (ooh)Nappy ass dreads, what's that you say?Watch your mouth, Milli Vanilli (ooh)You can get snaked, you can get facedI'll buy the bitch that you feeling'Cause you thought that she was an angel, that bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo like a frisbeeAnd you telling your business, she tell me your businessYou tell that bitch what you're feelingAll of the beans you be spillingTo you, she lie through her teeth cavities, fillingsShe know where you hide to tell me where it's hiddenShe know when you're gone, tell me when to visit, we'll break in your homeAnd take the specifics and meanwhile the bitch is on vacation with him so she don't get blamedWe don't snatch chains, we find out addressesAnd we don't leave messesYou only know that it's gone when you check itThen your first thought is to start second guessingShe say, "What's wrong?"You say, "Nothing, keep resting"She say, "What's missing?" "How you know something missing?"He scratch his head, she say get back in bedAnd she gave him some headBoy, you can't trust them bitches, and then she sayOoh, I see niggas in this bitch stuntin', popping bottlesGetting drunk with these bitches and when they leave, they get followedI be with bitches that know the bitches that's with the niggas we followingGet them on the line, stay two cars behind and tell them hoes, don't be so obviousMona LisaLong hair, don't care, she handle the business and don't ever tellShe bite the bullet and cough up the shellsShe tell 'im, "Ooh, daddy, let's go to your place"And if he say, "Yeah," then we meet him thereShe feed him lies with his silverwareShe don't want love, she just want her shareI, know a bitch named Liz, this nigga think she his'Cause she tell him that it isSo he tell her all his secrets, he tell her all his fearsAnd then she tell me, and I be all earsAnd then I go and tell my people, and they already know himAnd then I call Liz and she say he comin' overI say, "Good girl, just remember what I told you"She gave me the salute, I say, "Girl, you're a soldier"We're waitin' outside, watch him pull upWalk up to the door and right before he knock, she open the door nakedShe left it unlockedThey started French kissing so he didn't see moiAnd then she let him in, they stopped on the couchMusic up loud with his head in the cloudTurn that shit down and I scared the piss out of himPiss a nigga off, put a gun to his frownNigga, turn around, I ain't here to fuck around, I ain't here to fuck around, caught you wit' your pants downYou know what it is, put your fucking hands upLiz, that's enough, you can put your hands downAnd then he looked dead at her and he shook his head at herShe a good actress and you a dead actorYou'll be dead after we get what we're afterIf Liz call you daddy, she about to be a bastard, ohI got way too many bitches that do anything for me, niggaBut think for me, niggaSend her to you like she ain't for me, niggaI hope you alone like bankruptcy, niggaShe pour you a drink, that drink on me, niggaShe slip something in it, now thank for me, niggaMona Lisa, I done painted the pictureMo-mona Lisa, out the frame on these niggasPussy got you out of character, niggaYou fall for these hoes off your ladder, my niggaTake everything that you have 'til you don't even have an opinionWe have you attention and now you're looking down a barrel though, niggaNow she looking for her pantyhose, niggaWe just looking for the casserole, niggaBut she gon' show us where you stash it though, nigga[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar & Lil Wayne]Ah, everyday she wake up with a different color make upAnd I promise to go take her to the movie and the mallChilling with the Laker, on the floor, fourth quarter, fourth minute on the clock, Black Mamba with the ballPaparazzi looking at them both popping up and take a picture, uhProbably on a Internet blogIn a minute, he gon' be admitting that he love her on his motherMan, he want to meet her mother by tomorrowMona LisaPussy good enough, it got 'em sending into warsAnd he digging in it like he living in itMake a new religion with itMan a nigga 'bout to go against GodPoetry in a pear tree, sweet tone like a hummingbird, when she asked him, did he want to make love in a yellow taxiNever gave two fuck, jumped in the backseatWoke up in the morning to The Great GatsbyThen he dogged it again like the bitch LassieI'm a dog in the wind, I'm a pit laughingI'ma call up again like I did last weekMake good with the friend and I'm more jazzyBritney with the twin and the girl AshleyFound out that I fucked, he was unhappyBitch, I never let the bullshit get past meBetter yet, I wanna break up, don't you ask me'Bout a motherfucking double standard, actingFucking on another nigga, that's a negative aloneBut you sucked this dick, that's just nastyMatter of fact, bitch, gimme your phone (No)You fucking with Wayne? (No)Bitch, gimme your phone(No, let me take this call real quick)...lick me like a lollipopHe on your fucking ringtone?Is that the shit that you do?Touching yourself, looking at Kendrick videosJump on the internet, watching his interviewsI don't know what the fuck, lately gotten into youTell me who love you, I bet I love harderForgot all the shit that I did for your daughter?The pampers, the Pedialyte and my momma daycare after schoolAnd she never did charge herYou scandalous as fuck, and I hope you blow upYou know what, I get buck, let me go get my gun, I got one in the chamberI'm plannin' on aimin', God dammit, you know that the damage is doneBitch I'm emotional 'cause I'm in stressI'm not supposed to go through this, I guessSo in conclusion, since you like rappers that's killing that pussy I'm killing myself[Outro: Lil Wayne]She say, ooh, Mona Lisa, Mona LisaOoh, fake smile, Mona Lisa, Mona LisaShe say, ooh, Mona Lisa, Mona LisaNow he get the picture Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, yeah